Of Silver Scales and Silent Tides (Atmospheric Black Metal)

#atmosphericblackmetal #herring
In depths where shadows softly play,
The silver scales in quiet sway,
Herring glide through currents deep,
Where mysteries and silence sleep.
They dance beneath the moonlit crest,
In waters cold, their souls find rest,
No higher thought, no grand design,
Just ebb and flow through ancient time.
What do they seek, what do they know?
Through endless tides, they come and go,
In schools they swim, yet drift alone,
Each fleeting life, a story thrown.
Are we not too, like herring caught,
In webs of thought, in waves of thought?
Our silver dreams, our fleeting breath,
We chase the tide and call it death.
But in the deep, the herring gleam,
Unbound by need for human scheme,
Perhaps their truth is all we need-
To simply live, to simply be.
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